Chapter 1712 The Winner Is...

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"boom!"

Zhao Qinglong was punched in the face, and his whole body flew out like a spinning top. At the same time, a ray of stellar energy like a sharp sword pierced into Haman's lower abdomen fiercely, and exploded violently.

Haman backed up, the clothes on the lower abdomen were torn open, and blood seeped out instantly, staining the clothes red.

Harman didn't care about the wound in his lower abdomen, jumped up directly, and then hit Zhao Qinglong who had just landed like a missile.

Zhao Qinglong tried his best to turn over and rolled outwards, but Haman's kick fell to the ground and hit the ring heavily.

Zhao Qinglong didn't care about the buzzing of his whole head, turned over and ejected from the ground.

The originally handsome face was already swollen, bruised and purple, his eyes were bloodshot, the corners of his mouth were split, and there were even blood stains, making him look miserable.

Although Haman appeared to be less injured than Zhao Qinglong, judging from the ever-expanding bloody area on the clothes on his abdomen, he was not seriously injured.

Haman pursued in vain, so he lowered his head and glanced at his abdomen. Looking at the blood color that was gradually expanding, Haman activated the spirit explosion without hesitation.

He must end this battle in the shortest possible time!

Otherwise, under forced exercise and under pressure, his blood will spurt out forcefully, and he will soon lose a lot of blood and go into shock or even die.

Looking at Haman's rapidly bulging muscles, Zhao Qinglong knew that Haman was about to go all out after casting the Explosive Spirit Art, so he did not hesitate to use the Zhao family's secret art.

The two rushed up at the same time, and the scene suddenly became more and more tragic.

The spectators around who were yelling and cheering frantically fell silent one by one. Some spectators stretched out their hands to grab their hair, some stretched out their hands to cover their mouths, and even some female spectators were already red with smoke rings.

At this moment, many viewers have even forgotten their camps and national boundaries.

In their eyes, there are only two men fighting for honor.

Even if they are their country's opponents, they are also worthy of respect!

"Crack!"

Harman's punch hit Zhao Qinglong's left arm fiercely, and Zhao Qinglong's left arm was directly broken by the punch.

Zhao Qinglong staggered back, his left arm hung down limply, unable to use any more strength, his eyes were fixed on Haman opposite him, dodging, looking for opportunities.

Two people, one with a bruised nose and a swollen face, one with a broken arm, and one with a burst abdomen, bleeding like a ghost.

Collision, injury, collision again...

No matter what the moves are, they seem to have lost their effect now, and there are only two struggling beasts.

When the two slammed into each other like naughty boys who couldn't fight at all, everyone's hearts seemed to tremble.

The two fell to the ground at the same time, then stood up shaking at the same time, staring at each other fiercely.

"Don't fight anymore!"

A woman's slightly weeping voice suddenly broke the silence and sounded in the competition hall.

Both Zhao Qinglong and Harman seemed to be taken aback for a moment. They obviously didn't expect someone to make such a cry, but after a moment, the expressions of the two became firm again.

No matter what, even if you risk your life, this battle must be over!

Zhao Qinglong rushed up again.

His speed is not too fast, because the duration of the secret technique is not short, and the power in his body is rapidly disappearing, but he rushed up with one arm hanging, without hesitation!

Haman still didn't retreat, his lower abdomen was already dark red, he didn't know how much blood he had lost, the strength in his body decreased rapidly with the loss of blood, he even felt slightly dizzy, he knew that he time is limited.

Harman went up to meet him silently, gathered all his strength, used his chest to meet Zhao Qinglong's right fist, and then hit Zhao Qinglong's chest with all his strength.

The two of them flew upside down at the same time, and slammed heavily on the ring.

This time, neither of them got up immediately.

Zhao Qinglong's chest and ribs were broken, and Haman's bones seemed to be fine, but he coughed loudly, and blood spilled from his mouth.

The two raised their heads hard, and glanced at each other with difficulty.

When they found that the opponent was also seriously injured and fell to the ground, both of them were panting, trying to turn over, supporting their bodies little by little, trying to get themselves up before the opponent.

The entire arena was silent.

Everyone held their breaths watching this scene, how many people had red eyes, how many people's tears had flowed out of their eyes, they covered their mouths to prevent themselves from making a sound, as if they were afraid that their voices would disturb the two The man who made the last effort.

Zhao Qinglong stroked his chest with his right hand, first turned half a circle, and then supported himself alone, and slowly stood up. During this process, his body was shaking all the time, as if he was about to fall down at any time , but after tens of seconds, he finally stood up staggeringly.

Zhao Qinglong caressed his chest with his remaining right hand, his eyes were blood red, he moved his body step by step, and walked towards Haman.

Haman watched Zhao Qinglong stand up, gritted his teeth, and stood up fiercely. He clenched his fists, ready to punch Zhao Qinglong again.

In a situation like Zhao Qinglong, not to mention a punch from a master, I am afraid that ordinary practitioners at the entry level can knock him down.

His eyes were blood red, his face was bruised, his face was swollen like a pig's head, his arms were hanging, his body was bent, and he staggered...

Zhao Qinglong finally walked in front of Haman, Haman took a deep breath, suddenly raised his fist, and swung it forward fiercely.

Zhao Qinglong looked at the oncoming fist, did not move, did not hide.

He couldn't hide, couldn't hide.

He was able to stand already exhausted the last bit of strength.

He watched the fist fly towards him, and his eyes were filled with a bit of unwillingness, but then turned into determination.

If you can't win, then use your own life to commemorate this war!

Haman's fist flew halfway, Haman's lower abdomen suddenly hurt, his eyes went black, and his body fell forward weakly, so his fist deviated from the direction, and brushed against Zhao Qinglong's body.

"boom!"

Haman's body hit the ground, life or death unknown.

Zhao Qinglong tried his best to open those swollen eyes, looking at Haman on the ground, his eyes were shocked and surprised, but immediately his eyes flashed with endless surprise.

Harman passed out?

He can't hold on anymore?

Then... you won?

I won!

Zhao Qinglong raised his right hand, ignoring the pain in his chest, and raised his right thumb high!

"The tenth round, the winner is Huaxia Zhao Qinglong!"

whoosh whoosh...

Many figures rushed to the ring in an instant, but when the person who arrived first stretched out his hand and hadn't supported Zhao Qinglong's swaying body, Zhao Qinglong's eyes were darkened, and his body fell to the ground...